Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 13:00:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Eddie
Subject: The Game, part III
-Julia-
Up until this point in her life, Julia Hall never had
an opinion as to whether adrenaline, or sex for that
matter, were addictive. But as she drove towards the
house of one Amy Gallo - the young girl who'd had a
brief sexual encounter with her daughter, Beth - she
knew they were both more potent than any drug sold on
the street.
Julia knew she was out of control, and she loved it.
She knew that if she wasn't careful, or if she went
too far, that not one but two marriages and many lives
would be adversely affected. The thought of meeting
this precocious little teen made her slide a finger up
into the leg of her cut-off jean shorts as she drove.
She felt more alive and more aware than ever before.
It was wonderful.
Julia had arranged over the phone to meet young Amy.
She'd explained that while Beth was away on her
honeymoon, "Coach Hall's mom" was checking in on all
the swimmers and making sure they were preparing for
next year. But Julia had no plan for when she arrived.
She didn't know whether or not anyone else would be
home. She didn't even know if she would try anything
with this girl - shit, she didn't even know if the
girl would be interested in her. She just wanted to
see her, and play it by ear.
Julia pulled into the driveway, put the car in park,
and took a deep breath. Part of her wanted to turn
around right now. She was able to will herself out of
the car in the knowledge that she could always limit
this to just an innocent visit. "This is crazy," she
thought as she approached the house. Her finger was
shaking as she rang the doorbell.
A young, skinny teen answered the door. It was
obviously Amy. She was well tanned (what else would a
14-year old do all summer, Julia thought) and had
medium length curly brown hair. She was a cute girl -
definitely too young to be "hot," but still very cute.
"Hi, are you Amy Gallo?" Julia asked.
"Yeah, are you Mrs. Hall?"
"Yes, I'm Coach Hall's mom. Actually, I suppose it's
Coach Pelletier, now," said Julia.
"That's right," Amy said. "Coach got married. Where'd
she go on her honeymoon?"
"Bermuda," said Julia. "They left yesterday."
"Cool," said Amy. "Well, come on in."
Julia followed Amy into the house. The girl was
wearing a light chartreuse and white striped summer
top with thin shoulder straps that tied together in
bows. She was definitely not wearing a bra, but her
small, pert breasts didn't look like they needed one.
Her shorts were solid chartreuse and the same
material, ultimately yeilding thin but well-toned
legs.
"So," said Julia. It was the moment of truth. She had
no idea where she was going with this, so she
improvised. "Have you been getting enough time in the
water?" she asked.
"Every day," Amy said.
"Great, that's really great." Now what? "How has your
form been?" asked Julia.
"I think it's fine, although I don't really have
anyone watching it for me."
"What did Beth, er, Coach Hall have you working on?"
"Did coach really send you out to check on her
swimmers?" asked Amy.
SHIT! This wasn't going to work..."Yes," said Julia,
"I mean, no, not specifically to check on, I mean..."
Julia was really struggling. Fear was starting to
overtake her excitement. She didn't know what to say,
she just forced more words out: "more like to just
make sure that... while she was away... that they..."
"It's OK if she just asked you to check on me," said
Amy.
"It is?"
"Yeah. I mean, we had our own program that we were
working on together but I kind of messed it up, so...
if she asked you to just check on me, that's cool."
That was the break Julia was looking for. "Well, all
right. She just wanted me to check on you."
"I thought so," said Amy. Julia thought Amy looked
disappointed, like she'd let Beth down.
"If you don't mind me asking," said Julia, "how
exactly did you mess it up?"
"Eh," said Amy. "It's a long story. Basically I guess
I didn't take it seriously enough. I was, well, I
suppose I had something else on my mind."
"Like what?" said Julia. Her fear was being slowly
replaced with anticipation. Could she elicit a sexy
confession from this girl?
"Just, you know, boys and stuff. My mind was
elsewhere."
Julia realized two things: A) she was very interested
in pursuing this little adventure. Beth was right -
this girl was confident and perceptive, and it made
her sexy in a way that even the most physically
developed young teenager could never hope to be. But
B) Julia would need to put in a little more work - as
an unknown authority figure, she would certainly have
to make the first move.
"So, um, would you like me to take a look at your
form?" Julia asked. Her legs became weak when she
heard those words come out of her own mouth.
"Um, well, it's gonna be kind of hard seeing as how we
don't have a pool."
"Ah, hadn't thought of that," said Julia. Then a
ridiculous idea popped into her head. Before her
rational mind had time to shoot it down, she blurted
it out. "Is there a bed we could use?" What the fuck
did she just say? A pulsating warmth filled her face.
She was terrified of what this girl was going to say
to her.
But Amy completely rolled with it, as if it were the
perfect suggestion. "Sure, we can use my mom's bed,"
she said. "It's upstairs."
Julia followed Amy up the stairs. She had no idea if
this was going to work - although Amy seemed agreeable
to the visit, she didn't appear to be the sexually
curious young pupil Julia had hoped. But the
anticipation of the mere possibility was killing her.
Amy led Julia into the master bedroom, kicked off her
flip-flops, and hopped on the bed. "So what do you
want me to do?" she asked.
Oh, the myriad possible answers to that question,
Julia thought. "Um, well, let's see. What did Coach
Hall have you working on?"
"Well, her biggest concern was that at as the races
wore on, my hands would un-cup at the end of my
out-sweep and I wouldn't rotate my wrists enough
through the in-sweep."
Julia had no idea what this meant.
"Can you show me on the bed?" asked Julia.
"Yeah, sure," said Amy. She laid down on her stomach
and went through the freestyle motion. "This is where
my technique breaks down. I guess I lose endurance,"
she said, indicating by opening her cupped hand and
making an exaggerated wrist rotation.
Julia watched every motion of the nubile young
temptation before her. "Well, let's see what we can
do," she said. Julia unzipped and removed the
sweatshirt she'd been wearing, trying to make it look
as if she did so for range-of-motion purposes.
Of course, she really did it to see Amy's reaction to
her majestic chest, which was now separated from the
young teen only by a bright red bikini bathing top.
Her formidable breasts tested the limits of the bikini
top's strength as they spilled out in all directions,
most notably in the center, where it formed cleavage
in the magnitude of the Great Divide. Her prodigious
nipples, normally a source of public bathing
embarrassment for her, strained against the fabric as
if each were fighting for the young girl's attention.
And it worked. As Julia continued to speak calmly to
the girl, Amy's composure broke. Julia could feel the
girl trying to avert her eyes from her chest, but it
wasn't working. She wasn't even sure the girl could
hear her speaking.
"Well, what I think would work best is if you could
find some sort of resistance exercise where you could
practice cupping your hands and rotating your wrists,
to build up strength," Julia said.
"Yeah," said Amy, fighting to stay focused.
"Here," said Julia. "I know this isn't ideal, but
we're both grown-ups." Julia took Amy's hands. She
placed them squarely on her breasts. Amy gasped.
"Now cup your hands," said Julia.
Amy cupped her hands on each of Julia's mounds.
"Now try and rotate your wrists. This should build up
strength," said Julia.
Amy complied, pushing the older woman's breasts up and
allowing them to fall back down slowly in her palms.
"Keep your hands cupped," advised Julia.
"Yes. Sorry," said Amy.
"Very good," said Julia. The young girl's breast
massage felt wonderful. She began playing with Amy's
hair. "How does that feel? So far so good?"
"Yeah, it's... awesome..." said Amy. The young girl
was not in control, something she obviously wasn't
used to. "You know, Mrs. Hall," she said in a shaky
voice, "I should also probably work on timing my
breathing with this, you know, opening and closing my
mouth..."
"What a wonderful idea, Amy," Julia said.
Amy slid her hands behind Julia's back and unfastened
the bikini top. Julia lifted her arms and the top
practically flew across the room from the elastic
build-up. Julia put her hands around Amy's head and
pulled her into her chest.
The young girl brought her face to the fleshy peaks.
She resumed the wrist rotations and slowly drew her
mouth over Julia's nipples - the largest nipples she'd
ever seen. She tried for a minute to keep up the "swim
practice" fašade, but it was useless. Her small tongue
finally emerged and encircled a nipple. She gave a
hearty suck and pushed her face right into the tit.
She ran her tongue all over the whole thing, giving
extra attention between the tiny bumps in the areola
and the nipple, all the while clutching the other tit
greedily with her other hand.
Julia closed her eyes and tilted her head back. The
girl's techniques were delightful. She didn't know how
far this was going to go, but if this was it, she
would be more than happy to return home and masturbate
(frequently) while thinking about what had already
transpired.
Still, Julia thought, it would be nice if one or both
of them got to come. She began planning her next move
when a voice screamed:
"WHAT THE FUCK!?!"
-Pam-
Pam Gallo was a single mother. Everybody said she had
the hardest job in the world, and she agreed. Only it
had nothing to do with raising her two children. She
was a lobbyist - a liberal lobbyist - in the great
state of North Carolina.
Yet as difficult as it was, she never thought about
doing anything else. She was fantastic at her job, and
as a strong willed, vocal, liberal woman living in
conservative times in a traditionalist state in a
man's world, she felt it was her war to fight.
In a way, her marriage was a casualty of that war. She
married at 20 to a slick talking, eye-catching,
high-income potential good-ol'-boy. She had two
children within two years, during which time Pam
learned what it really meant to be a woman, and how
most johnson-headed men in this world didn't give a
rat's ass as long as their women looked 'purdy' and
had dinner ready on time. She not only took him for
everything in the divorce, she scared him away so
fiercely that he'd only been interested in seeing his
children four times in the past 14 years.
Pam was a strikingly pretty woman. She had piercing
brown eyes and thin, expressive lips. But she made
sure she was a 'bitchy pretty' - she wanted no favors
based on appearance alone. She wore little makeup and
kept her hair relatively short - "pixie-punk" was what
she called it, and frequently wore skirts and tops
that showed off her finely muscled arms and legs. Her
breasts were about one hand-full each, but she
absolutely refused to ever wear a push-up bra or show
cleavage. She firmly believed that any man who could
be easily swayed by tits clearly didn't have enough to
offer.
Pam's sexuality was a natural outgrowth of her
personality. Even from a very young age, when other
girls were merely curious, Pam was actively
experimenting. Labels like "slut" or "whore" couldn't
have meant less to her. Her first sexual encounter
came at age 12 during an extended Gallo family
reunion. (Yes, she took her name back in the divorce
and even legally changed the children's names.) At the
reunion, she had been talking for most of the day with
some 22 year-old guy - she wasn't sure of their
relation but she was pretty sure it wasn't first
order, like an uncle or anything.
They went for a walk in the woods and he held her
hand. Once they were well away from the group, he
stopped and kissed her, her first tongue kiss, and
when she didn't resist, he felt her up despite the
fact she wasn't very developed at all. He broke the
kiss and said they should get back, but adventurous
Pam just looked him deep in the eye and unbuckled his
belt.
Suddenly, she was in control. She reached into his
pants and pulled out his penis. Although she didn't
know what to do, she knew men liked having their
penises touched, so she had him tell her what to do.
He could barely talk, and Pam loved it. She jerked him
off until he ejaculated like a fountain. Then they
went back to the reunion.
She lost her virginity two years later when she
seduced one of her parents' (married) friends while
visiting their beach house on the Outer Banks. A bike
ride was planned for the day, but there were five
people and 4 bicycles. The scheming little teen
persuaded her parents to let their friend teach her
how to play golf while they and their friend's wife
went on the bike ride. As soon as the trio left the
house, Pam made her intentions known to the man. As a
Christian, a faithful husband, and family friend, the
man resisted and vowed before God to tell her parents
about her sinful ways. Then Pam took her clothes off,
and they fucked four times before the others returned.
The rest of her life, not counting the two years of
marriage/servitude, was one episode like that after
another. At one point she figured that she'd had sex
in more inappropriate locations than not - and that
the sex in the traditional locations was mostly with
inappropriate people...
As her children grew, she made an initial effort to
hide her indiscretions from them. But life in Pam
Gallo's house was blunt, brutal, and honest.
Eventually, her son and daughter just learned to stay
out of the way on Friday night when mom brought
someone home again from work. Pam initially tried to
introduce them as boyfriends, but when they rarely saw
the same person twice, even they weren't buying it.
Pam knew that especially within the political ranks,
sex was a weapon. About 8 years ago, Pam discovered
just how powerful it could really be when she fucked
the governor's wife. Indeed, her first lesbian
experience was with the proper, conservative, and
oh-so-dainty first lady of North Carolina. Something
came over her that night (pun intended). It doesn't
matter what you bring to the table or what hand you're
dealt, if someone wants to fuck you bad enough, you
win. And while getting a good dicking from
semi-powerful, semi-prominent men was both fun and
professionally rewarding, convincing pretty, dolled-up
little politician's wives to eat your pussy was the
ultimate rush. And there were more of them out there
willing to do so than she ever would have believed.
By the time her daughter Amy and her son Chris were
old enough to understand, for every five men mommy
brought home over a given period, there would most
likely be one woman as well.
So while Pam insisted on (and got) excellence from her
children at school, she was well aware that they were
most likely going to experiment sexually just as she
had done, no matter what she said, since she was
admittedly a horrible role model in that regard.
Despite this realization, she never expected to walk
into her bedroom one day and see her daughter feasting
on some middle aged woman's (considerable) bare
breasts.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?!" yelled Pam.
"Mom!" shrieked Amy.
"Oh my god!" Julia gasped, instinctively covering her
breasts. She looked around desperately for the bikini
top.
"Who the FUCK are you?" demanded Pam.
"Mom, wait, I can explain," said Amy.
"Go to your room, now!" said Pam.
"But mom..."
"NOW!"
Amy ran out of the room with her head down.
"Would you mind telling me who you are and what the
fuck you were doing with my daughter?" asked Pam.
"Jesus, yes, sorry," said an out-of-breath Julia. She
was trying to pick up her bikini top while keeping her
breasts covered. "My name is Julia Hall, I'm Amy's
swim coach's mom, and I was just stopping by to..."
"Rape my daughter?" asked Pam.
"No, I..."
"It sure as hell looked like it to me," said Pam.
"Give me one reason why I don't call the cops right
now!"
Julia was terrified. What the fuck had she been
thinking? What ever possessed her to come over here in
the first place? "Look," said Julia, "there's
something you should know."
And Pam was looking. She was looking at this woman - a
very attractive blonde woman in cut-off shorts with
large breasts and the biggest nipples she'd ever seen
- having no luck trying to put on a red bikini top.
"I'm listening," she said. And I'm looking at your
tits, too, she thought.
Julia realized she was going to have to betray her own
daughter's confidence if she was going to get out of
this mess. "Your daughter," Julia said, "sexually
assaulted my daughter."
"Your daughter, her swim coach? Sounds like a load of
bullshit to me!"
"No, she did," said Julia.
"So, what - that gives you the right to come over here
and throw your tits in my daughter's face? I'm calling
the cops."
Julia's blood ran cold. She realized now that her
life, at least the meaningful part, was over. She
could see her story on TV and in the papers...
Pam crossed the room and grabbed the phone.
"Put down the phone, mom," said Amy, who had
reappeared in the doorway.
-Amy-
The whole fucking mess with Coach Hall had ended so
embarrassingly that it still made Amy's stomach turn
when she thought about it. Fortunately, she was
gradually thinking about it less and less since the
incident in the shower four months ago.
She was afraid people were going to find out and think
she was a lesbian. She definitely wasn't a lesbian.
She was just like her mom, and proud of it. She could
think a woman was attractive and not have to put a
label on it. Not when she was only interested in
dating boys.
Besides, despite what she told Coach Hall, she had
only ever kissed one girl before and that was it. And
although she didn't really mind, she hadn't exactly
wanted to either. Her boyfriend at the time did make
her do it, and although she didn't object, the other
girl had bad, smoky breath and it wasn't fun or a
turn-on.
Her fascination with Coach Beth Hall really started
after her mom drove her home from a swim meet last
winter. At first, their conversation was all "great
swimming out there" and "you're really improving."
Then her mom said, "So who's the blonde coach?"
"You mean coach Hall?" said Amy.
"Is she the one with the body?" said Pam.
"I guess Coach Hall has a nice body," said Amy.
"She's an absolute goddess," said Pam.
And that was pretty much it on that topic. But
somewhere deep inside and idea had taken seed. Amy
knew that her mom had sex with a lot of people, even
women. So if Coach Hall was someone her mom wanted to
have sex with...
This line of thinking not only fixed Beth Hall as on
object of desire in her head, but also subconsciously
gave her a way she could impress her mother at Her Own
Game.
"Scheming" obviously ran in the family, as Amy began
planning her seduction (she loved that word) of Coach
Hall. And the more she schemed, the more infatuated
she actually became with her swimming coach.
Then, just when everything was going perfectly, she
rushed it and fucked everything up. It was so fucking
embarrassing. Her mother never would have fucked that
up. Every day since then, she'd been half expecting
her mom would get a call from the school or she'd be
asked to come down to the principal's office and she'd
get expelled.
That's what she initially expected when she got a call
from the Coach Hall's mom two days ago. She said she
wanted to come over and check on Coach's swimmers, if
that was all right with Amy. Amy didn't argue - but
even when the woman showed up at her house without a
cop or a lawyer or a school official, she still
thought something was up.
So then things started happening in a blur, and the
next thing she knew, Amy found herself worshipping at
the titty altar of Coach Hall's mom. She didn't
understand what was going on, but she was enjoying it.
She was even getting really aroused.
Then her mom busted in the room and all hell broke
loose.
Amy stood in the hallway, listening to the exchange
between her mom and Mrs. Hall. She was scared to
death, especially when she heard Mrs. Hall say:
"Your daughter sexually assaulted my daughter."
This was taking a terrible, terrible turn. Amy almost
started to cry - but then she suddenly realized
something didn't make sense.
Mrs. Hall knew about what happened with Coach. And
yet: Mrs. Hall intentionally lured her into feeling
her tits. Was this woman angry with her... or
something else?
Amy figured there was only way any of this made sense.
She walked back into her mom's bedroom in time to see
her pick up the phone.
"Put down the phone, mom," said Amy.
"Stay out of this," said Pam.
"I said put down the phone, Pam," said Amy to her
mother. "Don't you think Mrs. Hall deserves to hear
about her little goddess?"
-The Troika-
Pam put down the phone. "Excuse me?" she said.
Amy said: "I believe the conversation went like this:
You: 'So who's the blonde coach?' Me: 'You mean Coach
Hall?' You: 'Is she the one with the body? She's an
absolute goddess.' Or something like that."
Julia, who still hadn't managed to get her bikini top
on (she now suspected it was broken), looked at Pam
and for the first time since this exchange started,
Pam was the one who looked away.
"We should talk about this later," said Pam to her
daughter.
"No, we should talk about it now," said Amy. "You see,
after you made that little comment, it got me
thinking. My mom fucks hot women. My mom thinks Coach
Hall is hot. I'm like my mom. I should fuck Coach
Hall!"
Although she was feeling nowhere near normal, a
modicum of relief began to come over Julia. She took a
renewed interest in this bizarre turn of events.
"What are you talking about?" said Pam.
"That's right. The more I thought about it, the more I
wanted to fuck Coach Hall. That doesn't surprise you,
does it? I mean, that face, that ass, and I see now
where she gets those great tits..." Amy said,
motioning to Julia.
Pam looked at Julia. Julia smiled and raised her
eyebrows.
"So I tried," continued Amy. "I even set it up so we
would be naked AND alone. It was perfect. Then I
rushed it and fucked everything up."
"Amy," said Pam, drastically changing her tone. "Why
don't we let Mrs. Hall leave and we'll finish this
conversation ourselves, all right?
"But there was one thing I couldn't figure out," said
Amy, disregarding her mother's suggestion. "And that
was, why would Coach's mom come all the way out here
with the knowledge of what happened, only to have me
feel her up?"
"Amy," Pam said.
"You know why, mom? Because I think she's a big slut.
Just like you and me."
"AMY!" yelled Pam.
"I think she came all the way over here just so she
could get some."
"Mrs. Hall, think it would be best if you just left
now," said Pam. "We'll forget about what happened
and..."
"I don't think so," said Amy. "Mrs. Hall is my guest,
and I want her to stay." Amy started walking towards
Julia. "The way I see it, mom, you have two choices.
You can either go and leave us alone, or you can join
in."
And with that, Amy stepped in front of Julia. She
pulled the broken bikini top out of Julia's hands and
cupped one mega-tit with the other. She reached behind
Julia's head and pulled her in for a slow, sloppy, wet
kiss.
Julia's fear completely vanished, replaced by
unyielding waves of desire and wantonness. She eagerly
met the young girl's small mouth with her own, larger
tongue.
Amy turned and looked at her mother, making direct eye
contact as she ran her tongue over Julia's delectable
nipple. Without breaking eye contact with her mom, she
undid Julia's cut off shorts, hooked her thumbs in the
waist, and pulled them down.
Julia lifted Amy's top off and pulled her in close so
the young girl's breasts were smooshed snugly into her
own. They continued licking each other's tongues.
Pam was speechless. For the first time in many, many
years, she didn't know what to do. She'd just lost an
argument - to her daughter no less - and was now being
defied in her own house. Yet the boldness of this
moment - the raw sexuality emanating from her 14-year
old daughter making out with a well-endowed middle
aged woman - right in front of her - created a sexual
surge like she'd never known. Up to this point in her
life, when it came to sex, you name it, she'd tried
it. There was no fantasy left unfulfilled. But now,
after many years, the irresistible urge of doing
something new was drawing her back in. She realized
she was about to share another woman with her
daughter.
Pam moved in slowly without speaking a word. As Julia
saw her approach, she broke her kiss with Amy and
tilted her head to meet Pam. They kissed with
tremendous passion, like long lost lovers.
As if it were synchronized, the Gallo women both
dropped down, fastening their mouths around each of
Julia's sumptuous nipples. They lavished and indulged
themselves on soft, bountiful breast-flesh and
rubbery, distended nipple.
Julia playfully ran her hands through the hair of both
mother and daughter, savoring the view of the two
shameless vixens partaking of her generous bounty.
When Pam brought her right hand up into Julia's
sopping bush, she unexpectedly found her daughter's
hand already there. Together, mother and daughter
entwined fingers and teamed to bring Julia pleasure in
a slippery combination of soaked snatch and dancing
digits. They fashioned their thumbs on either side of
Julia's clit, simultaneously pinching it while sliding
their fingers down her love canal.
Pam looked across at her daughter as Amy tongue-bathed
Julia's tit, realizing that she was, in fact, proud of
her daughter's sexual conquest. Like a fisherman
passing his trade on to his son, her daughter had just
reeled in the big one.
Julia's legs couldn't take it anymore. She knelt down
with the Gallo women and pulled them close to give
alternating kisses. She decided to test the limits of
this tawdry tryst. After breaking one particular kiss,
she gazed quite severely at her partners, suggesting
with her eyes that they should kiss each other.
While Pam and Amy Gallo were sluts to be sure, they
obviously held the same taboos towards incest as the
rest of society. Instead, Pam said to Julia, "Mrs.
Hall, would you agree that I'm a little over-dressed
for this occasion?"
"No doubt," said Julia, lifting Pam's shirt over her
head. "And please, call me Julia." She laid Pam down
on her back and made quick work of her bra. Julia
admired the shapeliness of Pam's baseball-sized
breasts. She somehow knew even before touching them
that they'd be quite a treat. Julia ran her hands over
them, letting the eraser-sized nipple slip between her
fingers with a little squeeze.
Julia licked from the woman's chin all the way down
her neck, to her sternum and then to her breasts. Her
tongue performed its masterful manipulations on Pam's
tender tit skin, making a concerted effort to allow
her sandpaper-like tongue as much surface area along
the nipple as possible.
"Hey, no fair," said Amy.
"I haven't forgotten about you," said Julia, pushing
Amy to the ground as well. "After all, I came all this
way for you..."
Julia pounced onto all fours and lowered her head to
the girl's chest, sucking each entire golf ball sized
mound in her mouth in turn. Julia noticed that Amy's
breasts were not quite fully developed and that they
took a bit more tongue-probing to elicit the nipples
from the depths of the areolas. This was, of course,
not a problem. Her hard work paid off as two raspberry
sized (and textured) nipples gradually emerged to find
a wet, playful home in her welcoming mouth.
Pam sat up to find a gaping pussy right in front of
her face. A thought briefly crossed her mind -- that it
was irresponsible for her to perform oral sex in front
of her daughter -- but she knew that moment was long
gone. She plunged her tongue deep into the muskiness
of Julia's twat.
"Oh my God!" screamed Julia. "Oh, fuck yeah!" she
said, letting Amy's nipples fall from her mouth.
"Do that to me! Do that to me!" Amy begged Julia.
Julia was spasming so hard with pleasure that she
didn't realize just how hard she yanked off the young
teen's shorts. It startled Amy even more when Julia
lifted the girl's legs, putting her hands on the
calves, and pushed Amy's knees back towards her head.
Julia plowed her face into Amy's pussy pudding. With
the girl's legs up at her head, she had the perfect
angle for deep tongue-fucking. But that didn't mean
Julia neglected the poor girl's clit. In no time, Amy
was ready to burst.
"Oh, Christ, Mrs. Hall, oh, Christ I'm gonna come,"
she cried. Amy reached under her legs to twist her own
nipples -- the ones Julia had been kind enough to
liberate for her.
Julia worked her tongue faster than ever.
"Oh, I'm coming, mommy! Shit, I'm coming
momMMMEEEEE!!!" And with that, Amy tensed up in a
little ball and fired off the greatest orgasm of her
young life.
Pam struggled to identify the bizarre, conflicting
emotions she felt watching her daughter cry out for
her as she climaxed at the hand (mouth) of another
woman. Should she be happy? Embarrassed?
Julia wasn't far behind Amy, as Pam had taken to
pounding Julia's womb with her middle finger as hard
as she could while frigging her clit with the other
hand. She busted out in a climax of her own, soaking
Pam's hands in the process.
Anticipating her turn, Pam hopped up on the bed and
removed her pants. As much as Julia wanted a minute or
two to recuperate, she knew that this sexy bitch
deserved a timely release.
Julia crawled up onto the bed and grabbed Pam's
wrists. Julia made a slutty show of licking her own
juices off Pam's hands.
"Mmm, you are filthy, aren't you?" said Pam.
"You don't know the half of it," said Julia, pushing
the woman back down on the bed. "I'm going to eat you
so good..."
Now, when it came to being eaten, Pam was very
particular. She did not let men eat her out. They were
either too clumsy, too ignorant, or too rough (and not
in the right ways). Besides, with men, she just wanted
cock - either in her mouth or in her cunt. Or even in
her ass, if it the man held enough power.
Eating was a skill she left to women. Aside from the
aforementioned thrill of seeing the pretty face of a
female politician, a politician's wife, or a prominent
news anchorwoman looking up at her while they feasted
on her clam, women were just a lot more in tune with
what was going on down there. And right now, Pam was
planning on really making Julia work. She was going to
hold back on her orgasm for as long as possible - even
if the woman got tongue cramps. She knew it was
bitchy, but that's the way she was.
Julia spread Pam's legs wide, stuck out her large
tongue and took a big lap right up the middle of her
cunt. "God, you taste good," she said.
Pam laid her head back and enjoyed. she stroked
Julia's hair, marveling at the talents of her large
tongue through the slits of mostly closed eyes. She
noticed Amy stretching out on the floor, finally
coming back to reality, and crawling up onto the bed.
"Having fun, mom?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," said Pam.
"Here, pick your head up," said Amy.
"Wh... what?" said Pam.
Amy removed the pillow from under her mom's head up
and swiveled her own body underneath, so she was
sitting Indian-style with her mom's head on her lap.
Pam tried to focus on the fact that Julia had taken
cunnilingus to the level of art form, but she couldn't
get past the notion that the hair on the back of her
head was inches from, if not touching, her daughter's
pussy. It was making her uneasy.
"Do it, mom," said Amy. "Do it hard." Amy stroked her
mother's hair and cheek.
Pam began to worry that she wouldn't be able to
concentrate with Amy there.
Amy stroked her mother's bare shoulder.
Pam scrunched her eyes. This felt weird.
Julia alternated between clit licking and jamming her
full tongue up Pam's gash.
Amy stroked her mother's neck down to her sternum.
An "ungh" sound involuntarily slipped from Pam's
mouth.
Amy cupped her mother's breast and gently squeezed the
nipple. "Yeah, mom," she whispered in her ear.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" shrieked Pam, over and over
again. Every muscle in her body wrenched as an
apocalyptic orgasm shredded her very being.
Julia could barely hold on - but after what she'd just
witnessed, she couldn't deny Pam a proper conclusion.
She tried to work her tongue in concert with the
violent seizures.
Unfortunately, Pam had wanted 30 minutes or so of
pussy eating but only got about 30 seconds.
Fortunately, it was as if 30 minutes of pleasure had
been jam-packed into that one crest of euphoria.
"Oh, Amy, oh God," said a panting Pam. She turned over
onto all fours and looked her daughter in the face.
"What did you do?"
"It was all Mrs. Hall, mom," said Amy. "I don't know
what you're talking about."
"Yes you do. Oh my God," said Pam, still struggling to
catch her breath. "It was amazing. Oh my God." Pam
gave her daughter a quick kiss on the lips, then
collapsed on the bed.
"Guess it's nap time," Amy said. She gave Julia a wink
and cuddled up next to her mother.
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Julia awoke to the sound of Pam and Amy talking in
hushed tones. She realized this was an extremely
delicate situation - not only had Amy touched her
mother's naked breast, but it had obviously driven Pam
crazy. Now, the two of them would need to figure out
how to deal with it. So Julia pretended to still be
asleep.
"What were you thinking when you did that?" asked Pam.
"When I did what?" asked Amy.
"Don't play games with me. You know."
"I don't know," Amy said. "I guess... I guess I just
wanted to, you know, help you feel good, and I got
caught up in the moment."
"Well, thank you," said Pam, "but you shouldn't do
that."
"But I wanted to," said Amy. "It was sexy."
"Daughters aren't supposed to be sexy with their
mothers," said Pam.
"Come on, mom. It's not a big deal - they're only
breasts, I've heard you say it yourself a hundred
times."
"Shh..." said Pam, "not so loud. They are only
breasts. But still..."
"Then do me a favor," said Amy. "Feel my nipples. Tell
me what's wrong with them. They're always
'underground.'"
"No! Don't be ridiculous," said Pam.
"Come on, seriously. They don't come out like normal
ones, look." Amy lifted her breast up to show her mom.
"Were yours like that?"
"Hmm," said Pam. Amy was right - her areolas were
conical in shape but didn't end in a protruded nipple.
Pam took the end of one areola in her fingertips and
felt for the nipple. "No, mine were never like that,"
she said. "But you could have gotten it from your
father's side."
"Ah," Amy said. Actually, she wasn't really concerned
about them. She'd read that it was a not uncommon
characteristic of developing breasts. She just liked
the attention from her mom.
"Do they come out when it's cold?" Asked Pam, as she
rubbed her finger along the skin, still feeling for
the nipple.
"Yeah," said Amy. She tried to say more, but the
tingling coming from her mother's probing touch was
creating a small apple in her throat. She tried to
control her breathing as her mother continued to
innocently inspected her "problem."
"While I try to find them, do you want to tell me what
happened with her daughter?" Pam said, motioning
towards Julia.
"Uh, OK," said Amy. She didn't really feel like
talking at all, she just wanted to lay back and enjoy.
But if it would keep her mother's fingers on her,
she'd force herself. She explained the whole thing,
starting with the "goddess" comment and ending with
Julia showing up at the house.
By this time, Pam had managed to lure her daughter's
nipples out of their hiding place. She kept touching
them anyway, partly because once it's done, it's done,
but mostly because her daughter was enjoying it. "So
what did you think?"
"About what?" asked Amy.
"About..." Pam lowered her voice, as if she didn't
want Julia to hear. "About eating pussy..."
"Actually, I've never done it," said Amy.
Pam replayed the day's events in her mind and realized
her daughter was right.
"I'm kind of nervous to try it," Amy continued. "I
don't know what to do, and it seems a little gross."
"Au contraire," said Pam. "It's the best... when it's
done right."
Julia, still feigning sleep, listened as Pam gave her
daughter a first class lesson in how to eat another
woman, from the proper amount of clitoris attention to
when to add finger fucking. To Julia's delight, Pam
finished by telling Amy to wake up Julia by eating her
out.
Amy hesitantly approached Julia. She placed a hand on
the older woman's thigh, debating whether or not to
open her legs.
"Mom, I can't. I don't want my first time to be with
someone I just met."
"It's OK, baby, I understand," said Pam. She noticed
that the emotional heaviness of this whole interlude
was starting to wear on her daughter. "That's enough
for today," Pam said.
"It's not that," said Amy, slowly crawling on top of
her mother.
Their naked bodies were inches apart. Amy dipped her
nipples down onto her mother's face. Pam wasn't sure
what was going on.
"Stick out your tongue," said Amy.
Pam, mesmerized, complied. Amy lowered her nipple and
brushed it all over her mother's tongue.
"It's just that I wanted my first time to be with
you," said Amy.
"No! Amy..." Pam started. But then her body locked up.
She couldn't move. She couldn't tell if she was
horrified or turned on beyond belief. She felt her
daughter's nipple move from her tongue all the way
down to her own nipple, where they playfully met and
danced together. Amy's tongue followed it, and she
lovingly suckled on her mother's tit. Pam tried to
push her away/pull her closer, but her hands were
useless, rubbery masses.
Amy moved down until her head was at her mother's
pussy. Using all of her mother's pointers, she
explored, flicked, sucked, savored, loved, slurped and
teased with the confidence of a seasoned slut.
Pam made inhuman grunts and moans. This was, without a
doubt, the most unbelievably pleasurable and electric
sensation she'd ever felt in her life.
Completely aroused by this new turn of events, Julia
opened her eyes. As Amy ate her mom, she was on her
hands and knees with her pussy right in Julia's face.
God, how she loved eating that young pussy, Julia
thought, and right now she wanted to tongue that
asshole in front of her face the worst way. But this
was a very important moment for the Gallo women and
shouldn't be interrupted. Julia vowed that one day, no
matter what, her tongue would be in that little ass.
It took all of five minutes for Amy to push her mother
over the edge - sending her into convulsions on the
order of her previous orgasm. Despite her second
serious bodily ravaging, Pam bounced right up and
smothered her daughter with deep soul kisses. "I want
you so bad," Pam announced, and flipped her daughter
over, diving right into the 14 year old's muff.
Although Pam was a world-class pussy eater, Amy was
conscious enough to notice Julia fingering herself on
the end of the bed. "Mrs. Hall," she said. "Come over
here. I want to show you what I've learned."
Julia didn't hesitate and climbed over the teen's
head, sitting on her face. Pam's lesson had paid off -
Amy's tiny tongue showed no signs of inexperience as
it slathered all over every inch of her cunt. The
young girl even reached her hands up to play with
Julia's tits and nipples as she ate (and was eaten).
Pam rewarded her daughter with the best pussy eating
she'd ever given, trying to find her secret spots
while sliding her fingers inside with loving, motherly
care.
Before long, the three sluts were once again crying
out in ecstasy as the room filled with the pungent
scents of pussy and sweat. They collapsed into each
other's arms, with Amy comfortably snuggled between
the two older women's breasts.
Each drifted off with the thought that only one thing
was missing.
"Coach," thought Amy.
"The Goddess," thought Pam.
"Beth," thought Julia.
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